The Light That Nobody Looks Up To
The Light That Nobody Looks Up To I don’t know why this picture hit me the way it did. Maybe because that streetlight feels a little too familiar. It’s standing there… surrounded by branches hidden, almost choked. But still glowing. Still doing its job. Not loudly, not proudly just silently. People walk under it every night. Some laugh, some fight, some wipe their tears, some wait for someone who never shows up. And that light is always there for all of them. But no one ever looks up. No one thinks, “How long has it been standing there?” “How tired must it be?” “Does it ever want to stop?” Funny how some things are important only when they disappear. Little like people too, right? The ones who show up. The ones who check on others first. The ones who listen more than they speak. The ones who stay even when they shouldn’t. They don’t get appreciation. They get used to being background. When they shine nobody notices. When they break suddenly everybody cares. I think the ligh...
